| Song | Gotta Do What I Gotta Do |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Greatest Misses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : James Henry Boxley III & Gary G-Wiz & Carlton Ridenhour | |
| Ridenhour - gary g-wiz - h. shocklee | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do (uh) | |
| So who the hell is you | |
| To tell me how my song is wrong | |
| You don't know | |
| Layout & let the drummer go | |
| You think my rap's about stealin' | |
| But it's about feelin' | |
| Sometimes drug dealin' | |
| But few know how my flow | |
| Don't get the proper review | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do | |
| Do whatcha gotta do first | |
| Ooh | |
| Here go da verse | |
| I gotta do what i do best (uh) | |
| Kick da nitti & ness | |
| The danger zone | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I got posse | |
| Lus the feds had better watch me | |
| I picked a bone wit' arizona | |
| Droppin' kickin' a mission | |
| Wit' no permission | |
| I let 'em know why i did what i did | |
| I got dialogue | |
| Got 'em to even sing along | |
| & got the semiautomatic | |
| Tongue to da young | |
| When there's static | |
| They come & try to get some | |
| They had the nerve to call the president | |
| An' i wasn't hesitant | |
| To scream i was a resident | |
| So-called power of the people | |
| Lookin' for the truth | |
| Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof | |
| I'm edgin' close to the line | |
| & it's fine time to know | |
| Why the hell & da f--- | |
| I try to battle so | |
| Much to touch never feedin' | |
| A crutch to lean on me | |
| Excuses is weak | |
| That's why my look is mean | |
| To the devils 'bout god | |
| Another reason why it's comin' hard | |
| My intellect doin' wreckin' effect | |
| 'till it's through | |
| Gotta do what i gotta do | |
| I gotta do what dey don't like | |
| 'cause i got a mike | |
| The more i push | |
| & the more you learn | |
| & dey burn, you get another turn | |
| To take the helm recreate | |
| The realm of leaders | |
| Not to say you never need us | |
| But in da mirror | |
| You can do it, it's so easy to start | |
| Yeah baby you can see it on | |
| A flow chart | |
| And just in case | |
| They ever get me in da middle | |
| Of things before i go | |
| You know i'm gonna take a swang | |
| Until dey give what dey never | |
| Gave i refuse to be | |
| A slave i hijacked | |
| The airwaves | |
| Let ya know the dirt | |
| Swept under the rug | |
| Give the brothers a pound | |
| My sisters a lil' bigger hugs | |
| My rat a tat comin' right | |
| & exact 'cause it's true | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do |
| zuo qu : James Henry Boxley III Gary GWiz Carlton Ridenhour | |
| Ridenhour gary gwiz h. shocklee | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do uh | |
| So who the hell is you | |
| To tell me how my song is wrong | |
| You don' t know | |
| Layout let the drummer go | |
| You think my rap' s about stealin' | |
| But it' s about feelin' | |
| Sometimes drug dealin' | |
| But few know how my flow | |
| Don' t get the proper review | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do | |
| Do whatcha gotta do first | |
| Ooh | |
| Here go da verse | |
| I gotta do what i do best uh | |
| Kick da nitti ness | |
| The danger zone | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I got posse | |
| Lus the feds had better watch me | |
| I picked a bone wit' arizona | |
| Droppin' kickin' a mission | |
| Wit' no permission | |
| I let ' em know why i did what i did | |
| I got dialogue | |
| Got ' em to even sing along | |
| got the semiautomatic | |
| Tongue to da young | |
| When there' s static | |
| They come try to get some | |
| They had the nerve to call the president | |
| An' i wasn' t hesitant | |
| To scream i was a resident | |
| Socalled power of the people | |
| Lookin' for the truth | |
| Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof | |
| I' m edgin' close to the line | |
| it' s fine time to know | |
| Why the hell da f | |
| I try to battle so | |
| Much to touch never feedin' | |
| A crutch to lean on me | |
| Excuses is weak | |
| That' s why my look is mean | |
| To the devils ' bout god | |
| Another reason why it' s comin' hard | |
| My intellect doin' wreckin' effect | |
| ' till it' s through | |
| Gotta do what i gotta do | |
| I gotta do what dey don' t like | |
| ' cause i got a mike | |
| The more i push | |
| the more you learn | |
| dey burn, you get another turn | |
| To take the helm recreate | |
| The realm of leaders | |
| Not to say you never need us | |
| But in da mirror | |
| You can do it, it' s so easy to start | |
| Yeah baby you can see it on | |
| A flow chart | |
| And just in case | |
| They ever get me in da middle | |
| Of things before i go | |
| You know i' m gonna take a swang | |
| Until dey give what dey never | |
| Gave i refuse to be | |
| A slave i hijacked | |
| The airwaves | |
| Let ya know the dirt | |
| Swept under the rug | |
| Give the brothers a pound | |
| My sisters a lil' bigger hugs | |
| My rat a tat comin' right | |
| exact ' cause it' s true | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do |
| zuò qǔ : James Henry Boxley III Gary GWiz Carlton Ridenhour | |
| Ridenhour gary gwiz h. shocklee | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do uh | |
| So who the hell is you | |
| To tell me how my song is wrong | |
| You don' t know | |
| Layout let the drummer go | |
| You think my rap' s about stealin' | |
| But it' s about feelin' | |
| Sometimes drug dealin' | |
| But few know how my flow | |
| Don' t get the proper review | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do | |
| Do whatcha gotta do first | |
| Ooh | |
| Here go da verse | |
| I gotta do what i do best uh | |
| Kick da nitti ness | |
| The danger zone | |
| They better leave me alone | |
| I got posse | |
| Lus the feds had better watch me | |
| I picked a bone wit' arizona | |
| Droppin' kickin' a mission | |
| Wit' no permission | |
| I let ' em know why i did what i did | |
| I got dialogue | |
| Got ' em to even sing along | |
| got the semiautomatic | |
| Tongue to da young | |
| When there' s static | |
| They come try to get some | |
| They had the nerve to call the president | |
| An' i wasn' t hesitant | |
| To scream i was a resident | |
| Socalled power of the people | |
| Lookin' for the truth | |
| Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof | |
| I' m edgin' close to the line | |
| it' s fine time to know | |
| Why the hell da f | |
| I try to battle so | |
| Much to touch never feedin' | |
| A crutch to lean on me | |
| Excuses is weak | |
| That' s why my look is mean | |
| To the devils ' bout god | |
| Another reason why it' s comin' hard | |
| My intellect doin' wreckin' effect | |
| ' till it' s through | |
| Gotta do what i gotta do | |
| I gotta do what dey don' t like | |
| ' cause i got a mike | |
| The more i push | |
| the more you learn | |
| dey burn, you get another turn | |
| To take the helm recreate | |
| The realm of leaders | |
| Not to say you never need us | |
| But in da mirror | |
| You can do it, it' s so easy to start | |
| Yeah baby you can see it on | |
| A flow chart | |
| And just in case | |
| They ever get me in da middle | |
| Of things before i go | |
| You know i' m gonna take a swang | |
| Until dey give what dey never | |
| Gave i refuse to be | |
| A slave i hijacked | |
| The airwaves | |
| Let ya know the dirt | |
| Swept under the rug | |
| Give the brothers a pound | |
| My sisters a lil' bigger hugs | |
| My rat a tat comin' right | |
| exact ' cause it' s true | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do |